“What’s the gossip? What did you and Aunt Layla talk about?”Before Dylan’s mother had even fully walked away, the cousins swarmed me as if they’d been holding their breath, waiting to interrogate me about our little private chat.I looked up and gave a casual shrug. “Nothing much,” I replied.Even though Mom—wait. Why am I suddenly so comfortable calling her that? It’s still a bit awkward, but anyway—as Mom said earlier, even if the cousins weren't asking about Dylan and me directly, I knew they could sense the tension.But there was no way I was telling them I was jealous of Brielle. I mean, me? The Kaia Clemente, jealous of someone else? Not likely. When was the last time I felt jealous... well, okay, just now. And of Brielle, of all people!God. It just hit me how ridiculous I was being, getting worked up over that girl. Gross.“Nothing much? You sure?” Maurice asked, unconvinced.Iverson immediately scoffed. “Is that even a question, Maurice? Obvious
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